Curse the day she swallowed the seed
that led to her imprisoned soul.
A silent agreement
to a life of solitude and disparity.
From a shrub comes this deceitful fruit,
baring many seeds like the days spent missing her life above.
Oh! But to taste this delicate and sweet delight;
is it well worth the cruel price she’s paid?
Four seeds guzzled below
bring four dark cold months atop.
All but a myth is her story,
and we need not fear her fate.
Relish it and love it in all its splendor;
this cunning fruit gives hearts grandeur.
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